Author: Zazu
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Duo's POV
Pairings: 1+2+1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence. All of the characters depicted in this story are adults.
Notes: Beta-read by Jana.
Perfect Presents
Finding a present for Heero is no easy feat. It"s very difficult to surprise him, since he only likes practical things. But the most practical things that he could possibly need, he already owned.
Every time there"s an occasion requiring a present for Heero, I"d wrack my brain trying to find something meaningful and practical for the guy.
For example, last time, I bought him a blender. He likes to make us those healthy shakes to drink, an alternative to the carbonated stuff I like, and his other blender had started to fail to provide the consistency he liked in his shakes.
Read: he totally overused the thing and required a new one.
Okay, so maybe it had something to do with me dropping the thing in the sink as I tried to wash it. In my defence, Heero had distracted me and the blade had cut my finger, which caused me to drop the blasted thing.
Anyway.
The one I got him was rather fancy. Not only did it have several different methods and speeds to operate, it came with a nifty clasp on the lid so that Heero didn"t have to hold it down. There was a smaller container that could be used instead of the standard pitcher, which Heero used to blend some other things, like garlic, in order to cook that delicious stir fry of his.
Just thinking about it made me hungry.
But now, his kitchen is well stocked with everything he needed, as were his study and living room.
I considered deviating from the practical items and going for a more sentimental one. I mean, he wouldn"t exactly hate me for it. At least, I didn"t think he would. He might tell me that it was a waste of money though, and even if he only meant to point out the fact, being told that would still suck.
I flipped idly through a flier in hopes for some inspiration. That was when I caught sight of it.
Bingo.
Of course, the day that I actually intended to give the present to Heero, I spent most of the day second-guessing myself as to whether I"d picked a good present. It"s the thought that counts and all, but who wanted to give someone a present that they didn"t really want, or really be able to use?
But it had a practicality value to it too, so I really shouldn"t have been worried.
"Duo?"
"Hm?" I answered absently.
"Are you coming in?" Heero asked, amused. I realized then that I"d been standing in front of his open door for a few long seconds, so I sheepishly entered. I sniffed, smelling the stir fry, and grinned.
Hey, I"m not completely inconsiderate. Heero"s just a better cook, so why should he have to suffer with my Mac n" cheese when he could easily cook a tastier meal? He offered to cook on his birthday; it wasn"t my fault. In turn, I did offer to do the dishes.
Before I lost my nerve, I turned around as he locked the door and held out the present. "Happy Birthday, Heero!"
He took my hand and pulled me close, almost crushing the package between us as he stole a quick kiss. Satisfied, he took the gift and weighed it in his hand. "What is it?"
"Open it after dinner and you"ll see. I"m starved!"
Heero shook the box lightly before setting it down and heading for the kitchen.
Dinner was a quick affair coupled with footsie under the table, and Heero kindly kept me company as I did the dishes. He headed for the living room afterwards, so I followed him and handed him the present from the coffee table once more.
He carefully removed the wrapping paper, then raised an eyebrow as he saw what was inside.
"Underwear?"
I nodded, settling close to him and leaning a little into him.
"Why underwear?"
I grinned. "Well, at first, I thought about how much better than the model you would look wearing this. Then, I figured that of all the shopping we"d done together, we"d never done underwear shopping. So I figured that when you wear these briefs, you"ll remember me." I turned to murmur in his ear. "Nice and intimate with you."
The tips of his ears went red but he laughed. "I"ll remember that your...present holds my assets."
"So," I said, stretching back on the couch. "Are you going to model them for me?"
"Do you realize, Duo, that each time you buy me a present there"s something in it for you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. "It"s not like I"m going to wear your underwear." I wasn"t about to tell him that I had, in fact, stolen a pair of his boxers. They were clean when I took them; I"m not unhygienic!
"You bought me that non-stick pan so I could cook stir-fry for you. You bought me the static electricity dry-mop to easily grab the strands of your long hair from the kitchen and bathroom floors. You got the blender so I could make you shakes to drink, and now you got me underwear so I can model it for you."
I flushed a little when he put it that way. It did seem a little like I purchased him presents with personal intentions in mind.
"It"s not my fault," I said defensively. "I try to get you things that will be useful to you. I can"t help it if my ideas stem from something that happens to involve me. Besides, if this underwear was really for me more than you..." I smirked at him. "I"d have bought you the crotch-less one. It would save me the need to take them off of you at all."
"You mean like the black pair you have?"
"That"s a tho- hey! You"ve gone through my underwear drawer? You cad!" I playfully nudged him with my foot.
"I did not!" he protested. "Don"t you remember that night you dragged me down to the club? When I dipped my hands into your tight jeans I actually grabbed your ass? I thought you had gone commando in those pants, until I realized that I could feel the elastic at your waist."
I almost shivered at the memory of Heero groping me that night, grinding up against me.
"Anyway," he said, taking the briefs from the box. "I"ll model them for you if you promise to model that underwear for me next time."
"Already ahead of you, lover," I smirked, taking his hand and slipping it around my waist. He slipped his fingers down beneath my waistband and his eyes widened. "I wouldn"t make you parade around in your underwear on your birthday without returning the favour."
He chuckled and removed his hand. "Shall we move to the bedroom then?"
"That"s the best place for modeling, isn"t it?"
With that, I dragged him from the couch and he chased me to his room.
Heero didn"t realize until later that I"d written "Property of D.M." on the tag of his underwear, and then, he"d told me that I owned every part of him, inside and out. I shook my head and told him that it meant that he carried me with him wherever he went.
He called me a sap. I simply told him that it takes one to know one, and we laughed before curling up in his bed for some much needed rest.
Of course, it does go without saying that I very much view him (and his assets) as my property...
But Heero doesn"t have to hear that in those exact words.
OWARI
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